The class was depressed for a while, Hu Lai frowned, Ma Xin's eyes flickered, and the pen in Guo Feifei's hand fell to the ground......

They finally remembered who this man was.

Liu Ran's eyes revealed a dangerous light, and then she stood up, with a hint of inquiry: "Could it be that Teacher Han is the Teacher Han who is one of the eight calligraphers in Jiangnan Province?"

Han Zheng showed a hint of smugness on his face, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise at this moment.

The proudest achievement of his life is not to become the head teacher of the genius class, but the honor of his calligraphy master.

"Exactly, I didn't expect that Principal Liu also knew something about the field of calligraphy. ”

Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer people engaged in calligraphy in China, after all, in the era of high technology, everyone does not often use a pen to write.

However, there is no doubt that the art of calligraphy has not been discarded, and even exudes a unique charm in its unique field.

But generally not people in this field, it is difficult to know some modern calligraphers.

However, being able to get the title of the eight calligraphers in Jiangnan Province is obviously not an idle person.

"Are the eight great calligraphers of Jiangnan Province very famous?, why haven't I heard of them?" Qin Tianxia asked subconsciously.

"Teacher Qin......" Liu Ran was a little speechless, she saw that Qin Tian still knew calligraphy, but she didn't think of this point clearly, "Teacher Han's status in the calligraphy industry in Jiangnan Province is equivalent to the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties, of course, this metaphor is a little exaggerated, but in Jiangnan Province, if you want to find someone who can be comparable to him, there are only seven other people, this is an honor awarded by the National Calligraphy Association, and Teacher Han won it before the age of forty." ”

Everyone suddenly looked at Han Zheng with a slightly different gaze, no wonder some people thought the name Han Zheng was familiar before.

"My father once photographed a pair of Mr. Han's words, more than a million. Hu said, his face solemn.

"My grandfather also liked Mr. Han's handwriting. Guo Feifei also said.

Qin Tian touched his nose and said with a smile: "Ahaha, it turns out that Teacher Han is so powerful......

But his voice changed, and he said, "Then I have to learn more." ”

Will he be able to back down?

Apparently not.

It seems to be a harmonious competition, but it determines who of the two schools is more confident in the rest of the year, and the Education Bureau will even allocate funds according to this.

Among them, the curves and curves are not a simple teacher-student competition.

In short, these two schools have always been competing in secret, otherwise, there would not be this kind of exchange activity every year.

The problem is that Qin Tian invited the battle like this, which means that the exchange between the first middle school and the third middle school this time will start in the eighteenth class.

Liu Ran, Dong Guohao, and a teaching director are all in their hearts, no matter how you look at the eighteenth class, they are not capable of eating each other's genius class.

According to their script, they wanted to lead this genius class into the experimental class of the third middle school, plus the experimental class 2, so that it would be possible to compete, but now they didn't expect to get the eighteenth class......

It also led to calligraphy masters such as Han Zheng.

Everyone's eyes fell on Qin Tian's body, Liu Ran was rarely a little nervous, although she didn't know how Qin Tian's calligraphy attainments were, but no matter how good it was, it couldn't compare to Han Zheng.

Does he really want to accept this challenge?

Qin Tian would not have a second choice.

Soon, the group moved to the battlefield and entered a special calligraphy classroom.

This is an extracurricular club.

In the classroom, the fragrance of ink escaped, refreshing people's hearts.

"How do you compare?" Qin Tian asked directly.

Han Zheng waved his hand, and said with a relaxed smile: "It's better for Teacher Qin to propose, after all, I'm already bullying the small with the big now, if I still have to decide, even if I win, it will be dishonorable, and it will be troublesome for some people to play scoundrels." ”

"What kind of person is this!" Wang Ling was indignant.

"Everyone is still calligraphy, every sentence is sarcastic, Mr. Qin's words are still obvious to all, maybe they will be overturned in the end. Ma Xin muttered.

But these words, in fact, he himself is a little weak-minded, the eight masters of calligraphy in Jiangnan Province, this name is not rotten street.

As if he hadn't heard everyone's dissatisfaction, Han Zheng was particularly tall here: "It's just a matter of meeting friends with words, don't hurt your harmony." ”

Having said that, when he revealed his identity and competed with Qin Tian, he was no longer a simple friend.

Qin Tian looked at Han Zheng: "There is also a premise for making friends, that is, the other party is a human being." ”

"You say I'm not human?"

"I didn't say that, but I'll prove it to you. Qin Tian put down his cruel words, "A person's life is like, sometimes you work hard for a long time, and you only release a fart." ”

In this field, understanding, talent, and time are all important.

"It's really arrogant, don't even hold a pen later. ”

There was a smell of gunpowder between the two.

In the end, the two decided to write a poem of Li Shangyin's "Jin Se" with Yan Ti and Lishu respectively.

The same poem, two different fonts, can present completely different feelings and spirits.

There is no occasion that is too solemn, and the ink is ready-made, not grinded.

Han Zheng made the first move, he was calm and relaxed, his expression was focused, and his eyes were staring at the rice paper, as if there was a painting and a world there.

Lifting the pen, dipping the ink, passing slowly, the tip of the hair is sharp, with a graceful arc, the ink is even, he doesn't even have to look at it, this is the feeling of many years.

Pen.

A stroke falls, scaring away the dragon, the speed is not slow, and the pen is full and flawless.

Qin Tian nodded again and again, his face was originally mellow, full, and restrained.

After writing a poem, it was done in one go, and only ten breaths were changed in the middle.

Then he picked up the pen again and wrote the same poem "Jin Se" with Lishu.

"He is worthy of being a master calligrapher, and this level is really pleasing to the eye. "The students in the gifted and talented class have a winning stake in their hands.

"Although I don't know calligraphy, I feel attracted to watching Mr. Han's writing process. The sophomore dean gasped.

"Teacher Qin, do you really have a chance of winning?"

Qin Tian shrugged, looked at the other party's two works, and said indifferently: "You can enter the room on stage." ”

"It seems that Mr. Qin's level is very high, I want to see what is the master-level level in your eyes. Han Zheng laughed angrily.

"It's better to make a bet, the bet is that the person who wins writes the word Wang Ba on the face of the person who loses. "Qin Tian doesn't have much ink in his stomach, but bad water can definitely drown people.

"Okay, good!" three good words, representing Han Zheng's anger to the limit.

Qin Tian didn't say anything more, and in front of everyone's eyes, he walked to the desk in a dashing manner, spread out two snow-white rice papers, and actually picked up two brushes at the same time.

"No......"

"Teacher Qin, this is going to ......" The onlookers did not open their mouths wide.

saw that Qin Tian had already put down the pen, and he put the pen down with both hands at the same time.

The left hand is the body.

The right hand is the official book.

The former is full of pride, atmosphere, and full beauty.

The latter, with twists and turns, is like a bewitching and colorful dancer, but full of arrogance.

Two fonts, two strokes, even if they are written separately, most people can't control them, let alone write at the same time?

Everyone was dumbfounded, everyone was dumbfounded, their mouths opened involuntarily, and the sound of whimpering in their throats was unspeakable, for fear of disturbing this masterpiece.

Qin Tian is focused, but he is casual, it is too simple for him to use two hearts, two arms, command Ruoru.

There is great freedom in the heart, and there is great freedom in writing!

He read aloud and wrote hard.

"Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian. ”

"Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring. ”

"There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is full of smoke. ”

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time. ”

Whether urgent, slow, low, or high, the charm of language, the charm of calligraphy, and the visual impact brought everyone on the scene into a peculiar atmosphere.

It was as if at this moment, the entire world was revolving around Qin Tian.

The nib of the pen that jumped on the rice paper spit out not handwriting, but the sun, moon and stars.

What art, this is art, this is the shock that art brings.

Qin Tian immersed himself in this path for thousands of years, realized his own calligraphy, jumped out of the frame, and traveled higher in the sky.

After the words, the words are completed, and the pen is written!

The audience was silent.